The passing days drew us closerThe pain is matched with joyReflecting in both handsI cry when I think of youThe sadness that rains thereIt's fine to not know about itIn my rest I remembered the shiveringWhat are these insufficient eyes looking at?

Even the hands of salvation it remains ambiguousThe cocoon of shredded seconds Will the string be torn off and reduced to ashes?

Please don't fade awayI want to hear the tiny sighIn the sound of the small heartbeatPlease let the ungrazed prayer reach youEmbracing the name which I cannot call outCounting on my fingers, tomorrow won't disappearI heard with clogged earsThe sound that swayed the cradle